Pingtian Sect's Number Three

Half an hour later, Xia Ping brought Rabbit Linglong out and arrived at the Pingtian Sect headquarters. He had matters to attend to that required the help of Feng Hetang and the others; only they could break the current deadlock.

"Big Brother."

At that moment, Feng Hetang, who had received Xia Ping's call, was already waiting at the entrance of the headquarters.

Beyond him, the entrance was packed with a dense crowd of people, all wearing white athletic shirts with the three large characters "Pingtian Sect" emblazoned on the back—clearly their uniform.

"Incredible. Is that the legendary Pingtian Sect Master, Xia Ping? Truly amazing, such an extraordinary aura."

"Even from a hundred meters away, I can clearly feel the Sect Master's presence. It's like a breath of fresh air."

"He even brings a girl when he goes out, and a stunning beauty at that. As expected of our Sect Master, his level is just different from ours."

"My god, that must be the legendary Demon Race Saintess, Rabbit Linglong. She really is a Saintess; she's breathtakingly beautiful. They say the Sect Master captured her from the Heavenly Demon Battlefield."

"What? That happened? The Demon Race is great. I heard they're still in a primitive society where you don't need to give flowers to date. You just grab a spiked club, find someone pretty, knock them out, and drag them back to your cave to get married."

"Damn, that kind of romance is truly primitive and direct. But that's the way it should be. Why bother with all that dating nonsense? Just knock them out if you like them. Simple and direct, saves everyone time."

"Stop spouting nonsense. Those demons are vicious; they eat people without even spitting out the bones. You want to knock them out? You'd probably be cooked